There's more holes in your story than a shooting gallery If you wanna, don't believe her, you won't get that outta me I could turn off the program or lower the opacity But I don't need a program to see through your strategy You're wasting our youth Runnin' round the truth And there's no disguise I know your every move (Na-na-ooh-ooh) I could tell my the way you stepped towards the microphone With a face full of bullshit and words that were not your own Well don't lie to yourself And don't sell us a solemn tone 'Cause we don't need the gunfire bring back into the home We'll find someone new Who lies just like you And I might lie too But not in the way that harms (Na-na-ooh-ooh)